That was the longest ladder of my life, I think, Nishv thought as he took a step away from the ladder and, more importantly, the crumbled ledge.
He spied the creatures and recognized their vermin features from the little monster in the cactus field.
Pugwampis.
Nishv drew two shurikens and flung them towards the pugwampi nearest to him.
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Nishv's first shuriken sinks deep into the pugwampi's neck. The second shuriken misses its mark. The pugwampi shrieks and makes to flee.
The druid mutters another prayer to Gozreh and reaches towards the wizard as he mounts the ladder and begins climbing after the halfling. "May Gozreh's shade protect you," he offers to Korum.
Another arrow streaks toward the ninja from a barking pugwampi.
The ninja takes another painful arrow in the thigh.
Rafyyk let out a long sigh. He may not be a crackshot deadeye with the crossbow by anyone's stretch of the imagination...but that didn't mean he wanted it BROKEN! He looked up and glared at the little creatures with malice in his eyes.
Then he hurried over and started climbing up towards them.
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The snarling pugwampi take aim with their bows once more, targeting the wizard and the druid.
The wizard takes a painful arrow into his scalp while the heat emanations off of the druid deceive his attacker's arrow.
The dazed pugwampi affected by the wizard's spell shakes his snout irritably, his eyes coming back into focus once more.
The half-orc swears under his breath as another arrow buries itself in his head. Damnable creature he turns his gaze to the same Pugwampi as before, recasting his cantrip in an attempt to further daze the beast.
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The dull pugwampi stares back at Korum with venom.
The stare does not fade.
One of the pugwampi continues its arrow assail on Nishv as it picks its way backwards across the old choir booths.
One of his companions flees across a rafter towards the papier-mache nest in the southeastern corner of the rafters.
Loran continues to climb the ladder.
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Nishv, in pondering his next actions, remembers the words of Garavel just a few hours ago:
"We will await news of your success from here. Princess Almah wishes you good fortune, and bids you be wary. The enemy stronghold of Kelmarane lies close to the monastery - out of direct sight and sound, but not out range of detection. Avoid drawing attention to your mission."
Nishv took a step forward into the row of chairs and assaulted the pugwampi with a pair of unarmed strikes.
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Nishv notes the weathered look to the choir booths as he steps over them to reach the nearest pugwampi. Covered with religious symbols depicting the sun, it seems rather reassuring to see. Unfortunately, as his large form moves into the choir booths (and prior to his attack), the fully decrepit status of the choir booths becomes revealed, as Nishv's foot goes right through the floor.
Uzma completes his climb up the ladder, his head cresting the opening.
"Loran, friend, please step to the side to clear the path," suggests the druid as another arrow harries the halfling.
Loran ducks the missile.
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Rafyyk waits as the others ahead of him climb up the ladder, waiting his turn. He climbs up after them when he can, and if he has enough time to do so once he gets there, he will draw his melee weapon as well and look around.
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Rafyyk begins climbing, spending the entire round as he makes his way up the rungs, only to find a traffic jam at the top. In the meantime, the panicking pugwampi swirl about the chapel works, wreaking havoc as they continue to volley arrows.
The weasel-faced former victim of the wizard's spell seems intent upon Korum, snarling in his tongue as he buries another arrow in the half-orc's neck.
Korum snarls in pain at the sharp jab in his throat. Close, that one came. Very close.
He eyes the ladder, sighing inwardly before turning his attention back to the Pugwampi atop the rafters. Without an audible reply to the creature responsible for his most recent wound, Korum mutters the familiar incantation for the third time.
Casting Daze AGAIN at the Pugwampi that nearly hit him with a critical.
Will Save DC 14
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The pugwampi's eyes go wide again as the wizard's arcane gaze catches it.
It snarls in angry defiance, skittering to a new position to get another shot in.
A giggling pugwampi fires yet another arrow at the monk disguised as a pin-cushion.
The monk sports a fresh arrow in his left thigh.
Loran moves around Nishv, muttering a few words in celestial and thrusting his palm towards the pugwampi as a burst of colorful light comes forth.
Casting color spray, trying to hit the 2 in front of Loran, closest to him.
Will save DC 15 or, if they have 2 HD or less, they are knocked unconscious, blinded and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round. If 3-4 HD, they are blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round. Otherwise they are stunned for 1 round.
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The wood groans dangerously as Loran steps forward, intent upon his innate arcane talents.
Despite its protestations, the wood holds under the diminished weight of the halfling, and a spray of rainbow colours propels forth from his hand, catching two of the snarling weasel-faced creatures in its blast.
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As one of the pugwampi glances out from behind the arm it threw over its eyes, its mate's eyes roll up in the back of its head as it topples in a heap . A third pugwampi, angered at the intruders casting magicks, changes its target from the monk to the halfling.
Loran suffers a new missile wound to the groin that misses exquisitely-sensitive areas.
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Uzma crashes through the edge of the rickety balcony and lands on the floor below as the monk considers his next action. Ultimately, Nishv draws two more shurikens from the folds of his robes and flings them at the nearest pugwampi from a distance.
The rat-faced creature ducks the first throwing star, while the second sails wide of its mark. As it guffaws in a high-pitched voice, an arrow from one of its mates zeroes in on the sorcerer.
The arrow thunks into the soft wood of the choir loft.
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Rafyyk crests the top of the ladder, pulling himself onto a stable bit of balcony. He reaches out towards the wounded monk, murmuring Desna's blessings for his colleague.
The pugwampi continue to hoot and scurry about, arrows peppering the gang on the balcony, as well as below.
The monk takes another innumerable arrow between his shoulder blades, while the arrows targeting the halfling and the wizard comically fail to hit their mark.
Korum dives away from the corner, heading towards the ladder and making his way up.
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As we draw our adventure to a brief halt:
The pugwampi snarl and swirl, cursing at the gang in their rough tongue as the defend their lair from intruders.
Loran takes a step back and fires a crossbow bolt at the pugwampi in front of him.
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Loran's crossbow bolt fires straight into the soft wood, as the lead pugwampi chortles, replying with an arrow of his own.
Loran's ducks the arrow. Nishv replies with a flurry of throwing stars at the unsuccessful attacker.
While the first throwing star pings off the side of the benches, the second one buries itself in the pugwampi's rodent-like face. Squealing in pain, the pugwampi drops his bow and clutches at the blood coming from his cheek.
Rafyyk let out a growl and drew his greataxe even as he rushed forward yowards the closest of the little dastardly creatures. He gave a great swing of the weapon at it, and
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Rafyyk has trouble navigating the place where the pugwampis are currently hiding. He tries to make his way to one to attack and ends up missing horribly.
Oh, so much better since I had to reroll. A Nat 1.
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